Sorry To The Woman I Should Have Helped: 2013-07-28
It was about thirty minutes after two on Sunday Juy 21st on Church, a few blocks from Arlington. You were by an intersection in your car, and your front door was open and a shirtless man was yelling at you. I believe your name was Sharleen or something similar as he was yelling very loudly, and with a lot of profanity. I should have stepped in, but he was bigger than me and I was scared. I didn't want to get into a fight, and I was worried he wouldn't let me just talk to him. It appeared you were trying to leave him.
When I got a few blocks further I tried to call 911, but wasn't sure if I should call 911 or 311. I have a phobia about making phone calls, I never make them unless I'm forced to, it's cost me at work a few times because I don't call in bread orders when we need them, I let someone else do them, or we just run out of bread. Calling 911 feels so final, like the ultimate phone call. I feel I would get in trouble just calling it, I know I won't, but it's just ingrained in me. I never talk on the phone, and I couldn't bring myself to do it now. I'm so sorry I couldn't, I know you needed help, someone to help you leave, but I couldn't help you. He was threatening you, and verbally abusing you, and I did nothing but walk by.